of war, you'll always win Even when I'm right 'Cause you feed me fables from your hand With violent words and empty threats And it's sick that all these
'cause I can't stand the news It's always bad news It's like havin' a fortune And now you ain't got a dime It's all bad news Talk shows show us how sick
) Everyone out there that thinks that life is always harsh, Need to know that's not the case, That there are just bad times, and it will all pass. Everyone
it will all pass. Everyone out there, that thinks that this will never change, Need to know that's not the case, The bad times will turn, it will all
don't look at me 'Till after you pass me, 'cause I might blast you nigga *I'm at war* I'm Paranoid, always on point Always holding nigga, always sober. Call it
[21 second instrumental to open] [Z-Ro] If somebody got a problem with me, come and address it If the shoe fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
your body movements are like a string climb It's too easy for me to trip you up (fighting) Hehehe, how's it feel, huh? It's no fair, I'm afraid my back
eye Y'all niggaz talk behind nigga's backs Y'all niggaz better bop ya mothafuckin heads before we blow it off Ya fuckin perfume missin idiots Y'all niggaz always
came off him It's a shame what it cost him Where he come from it ain't nuthin' It's a everyday thing, that's a problem It's chambers revolving Bustin
Bush season mean another war for profit All in secret so the public never think to stop it The Illuminati triple six all connected Stolen votes they control the race and take elections It
right behind ja' It's always more than a slight reminda We livin' in a war zone like Rwanda Before I go back to the heavenly Fatha Pray for me if it
Turn it turn it Blow another stack I earned it earned it Blow another [unverified] Pull another tram Light another blunt Burn it burn it Flame it up Hear my flow, I changed it
midget money knocking at the front door I'm like "who is it?" it's Benjy, tell my lil n-gga "goin get it" cause I've been counting all this dirty paper
to set it off on your fuckin' foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick and call me malice Y'all niggas would never know
Two different plains of existence Let's get it crackin' I love to bust flows Hit it from the back, 'cus I love to buck hoe Spit it for the city, I love
live it, I pray for justice when we go to court, Wish it was all good so the country wouldn't have to go to war, Why can't we kick it and just get em
